The Robber Knight's Secret
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The final battle for love, life and liberty has begun!
Ayla has had to defend her people in the past, but this time, it is no mercenary rabble outside the gates of her castle: it is the army of the Margrave von Falkenstein himself. Her people are outnumbered and have nowhere to run. But they do have one last, desperate hope:
A knight in blood-red armor with the face of a god and the heart of a devil.
Will the enemy succumb to him?
And more importantly... will Ayla?
The third and final volume of Robert Thier's "Robber Knight"-Trilogy.
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